Wind chimes ring behind our house in random harmony, riffing with each passing bird and thrumming ... [+]
Wind chimes ring behind our house in random harmony, riffing with each passing bird and thrumming ... [+]
The children don't understand.The sweets they pine for are not squeezed from the machine with stripes intact. No—they must be painted on, by hand, with so much care. It is almost unimaginable, the ... [+]